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“And you want to be like them-I mean us?”
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“But Gray won’t turn you?” Maizie guessed.
“No. He says he won’t ever bite anyone to turn them. He was bitten, not born like his wife and the rest of them. But since they weren’t true life mates his experience has been…hard. He can’t imagine anyone would choose the life. It’s not that he doesn’t want me to be one of them, he just can’t bring himself to do it.”
“What about Ly
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A warm musky scent tickled Maizie’s nose and stirred her body. A
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She reached up and pulled the pins from her hair, letting it tumble down silky smooth past her shoulders. She shook her head and Maizie’s breath caught, her sex muscles flexed. The woman was attractive. There was no arguing that.
Whoa! What was wrong with her? She’d turned into a sex maniac. Maizie pushed at the mattress with her free hand, tried to scoot away. “Listen, I’m not like this. I mean you’re really…but I can’t…”
“Don’t worry. There’s nothing wrong with you. Werewolves have heightened senses, increased appetites. In all things.” She started to unbutton her blouse, exposing the sweet lacy bra underneath. “Besides, even though the virus is neutralized, your body is still adjusting. I did some research. You’ll be horny as hell for a few weeks. Like I said, Gray’s not my type, but we do share similar tastes.”
“Oh, please don’t bob your eyebrows like that,” Maizie said. “It’s disturbing on so many levels.”
She tilted her head to the side, her lashes seeming longer, thicker, as they shadowed her cheek. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it’s like to be with a woman? It’s not like touching yourself. Every woman’s different, but we’re enough alike I know what feels good for both of us.”
It was Maizie’s turn to shudder, but it wasn’t repulsion rippling down her back, pooling between her thighs. It was lust. Shoot. Her gaze dropped to that pretty lace bra, to the swells of flesh peeking over the edges. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry.
“We can go slow. We’ll take turns.” A
Maizie’s breath caught and A
“Uh-huh.” A
“But I don’t really want to-”
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Maizie’s belly quivered, her heart racing, anticipation tingling along her skin. “I don’t know what to do.”
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Maizie swallowed hard, stared at the small mounds beneath white lace. She reached out and A
Emboldened, Maizie opened her hand, pressed her palm to A
She squeezed, gently, her thumb massaging over the hard pebble of flesh at the tip. She caught A
Maizie’s own breasts ached for attention, her erect nipples rasping against the sheet. Her heart hammered in her chest, her pussy flexing, needy and ready. She slid her fingers under A
Like rose petals, A
The feel of a woman’s breast in her hand was sinfully erotic, so new, so soft, so sensitive to her touch, Maizie wanted more. She leaned in, cupping underneath, offering up the excited nipple to her mouth. Maizie flicked her tongue, tasting the powder-sweet flesh.
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She reached for the sheet still fisted at her neck. Maizie let go, allowing it to slip to her lap, exposing her naked breasts.
“You’re so beautiful, Maizie,” A
Her small hand cupped underneath, held the weight of her. Maizie had never been with a man whose hands were as small and delicate as A
Even as A